If I had a diary, it would be filled with my rants and frustrations about the unintelligent way people act in this world. there would be volumes two and three. My misery trilogy.
But I've never wanted a diary because sooner or later I'd forget to lock it and my parents would end up seeing everything because I'd leave it open on my bed. That's left me with a empty pit of thoughts in my head.
Sulli would now think I was bipolar. Or had sun-stroke. One day I was mailing her drawings of someone with idol looks who had the noble profession of saving lives. The next I was slamming him, the two-faced snake.
"he's inhumanely cold and unfeeling. Tear up the drawing, or better yet, burn it. The stupid short hair girl can have him." I stashed Yoongi's painting at the bottom of my suitcase, facedown.
Hey Sulli,
I now know it's pointless to even think about liking anyone ever. If you do, you doom yourself to misery and complete despair. Although if you happen to be a goddess with short hair length and a tiny model body, maybe that's not the case. Then life offers you everything you could dream of and more. The most frustrating thing is, I can't figure out what I did to deserve getting ignored, but clearly there was something that turned me into a loser in his eyes. I want to ask him what I do. I really want to know; only I'd never humiliate myself that way and give him the satisfaction.
You don't know how much I wish I was away in the mountains with you. Life makes sense there. It's normal and predictable and even boring is better than this. There's a regular schedule, things to do and yes, I'd welcome the stupid pranks we used to do on everyone. But most of all, I'd have friends in the bunk - especially you!
Write soon - no, sooner.
Love,
Suzy